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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.