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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.