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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.