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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 ABC to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
X-102,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.