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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.