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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
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.