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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.