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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.