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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.