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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.