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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.