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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.