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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.