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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
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.