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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.