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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.