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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.