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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Nas,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
the Swans,
June Days,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.