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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Television,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Nico,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.