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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.