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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.