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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.