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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Rakim,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.