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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy 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?
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.