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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.