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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.