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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
CMW,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.