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 Estonia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.