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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.