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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.