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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.