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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.