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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.