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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.