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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Fear,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.