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 Syria 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.