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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.