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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Monks,
MC5,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.