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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.