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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.