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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.