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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.