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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.