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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.