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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Japan,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.