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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.