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 Morocco 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.