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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.