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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.