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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.