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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.