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 Congo 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.