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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Section 25,
Cymande,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Smog,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.