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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.