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 India and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.