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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.