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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.