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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
PIL,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.