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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.