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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.