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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.