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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.