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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Can,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.