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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.