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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.