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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.