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 Ecuador 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.