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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.