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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
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.