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 Austria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.