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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.