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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.