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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.