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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
New Order,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.