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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.