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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Index,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.