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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.