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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
X-102,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.