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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.