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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.