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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.