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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.