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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
PIL,
New Order,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.