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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
The Move,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.