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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.