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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.