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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.