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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.