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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.