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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Rekid,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.