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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.