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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.