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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.