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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.