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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.