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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.