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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.