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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.