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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.