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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.