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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Smog,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.