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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.