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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.