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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.