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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.