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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Monolake to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.