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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.