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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.