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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.