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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.