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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.