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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
MC5,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.