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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.