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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.