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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
ABC,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.