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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.