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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.