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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.