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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.