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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.