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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.