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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.