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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
The Index,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.