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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.