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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.