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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.