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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Scientists,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
a-ha,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.