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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.