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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Interpol,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Move,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.