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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.