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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.