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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.