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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Magazine,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.