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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.