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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.