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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.