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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.