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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magma to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.