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 Chad 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Brick to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.