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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
June Days,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Can,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.