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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.