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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.