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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.