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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.