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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.