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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Visage,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.