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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.