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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 808 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.