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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.