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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
UT,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.