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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Index,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.