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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.