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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.