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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.