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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.