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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Swans,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.