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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.