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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.