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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
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.