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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Remains to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.