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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.