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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.