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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.