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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
New Order,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.