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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Magma,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.