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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Nas to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
The Names,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.