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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.