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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.