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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Prince Buster 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.