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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fall to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.