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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Visage,
Gong,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.