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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.