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 Japan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.