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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.