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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.