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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.