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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.