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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.