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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.