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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.