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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.