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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.