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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.