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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Swans,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.