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 Congo 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Fear,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.