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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.