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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.