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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.