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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.