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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Faust,
John Holt,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.