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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.