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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Fuzztones to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.