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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.