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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.