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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Fear,
Can,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.