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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.