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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.