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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.