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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.