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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.