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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smog to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.