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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Q65,
Surgeon,
UT,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.