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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Yaz,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.