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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.