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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-102 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.