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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.