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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
MC5,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.