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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.