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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.