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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.