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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.