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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
UT,
The Cure,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.