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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.