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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
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.