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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music 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?
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Monks,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.