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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.