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 Iran and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Smog,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.