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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.