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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.