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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.