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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.