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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.