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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.