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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.