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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.