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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.