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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.