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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Japan,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.