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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.