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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.