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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Television,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.