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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.