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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.