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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Crime,
Inner City,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.