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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
June Days,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.