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 Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.