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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.