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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.