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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.