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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.