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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.