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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Little Man 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.