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 China and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.