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 South Africa 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.