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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.