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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.