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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.