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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.