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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.