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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.