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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.