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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 PIL 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.