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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
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.