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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.