Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.