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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.