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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Last Poets to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.