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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Gap Band 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.