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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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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.