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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.