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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.