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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.