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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.