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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.