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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.