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 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.