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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.