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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The Sound,
The Names,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.