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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.