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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Hoover,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.