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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Organ,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.