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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.