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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.