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 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.