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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.