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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.