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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.