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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Pylon,
AZ,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.