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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.