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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.