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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.