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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Loose Ends 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.