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 Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.