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 Angola 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.