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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.