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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
UT,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.