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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.