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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.