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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Unwound,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
New Order,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.