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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.