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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.