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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
DNA,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.