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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.