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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.