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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.