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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.