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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.