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 Poland and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.