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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.