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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.