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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.