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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.