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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.