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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.