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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.