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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.