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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Scion,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.