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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Fear,
Jandek,
June Days,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.