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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Smog,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.