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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.