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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.