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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.