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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.