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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.