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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.