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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
The Index,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.