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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.