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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.