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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.