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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.