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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.