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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.