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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.