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 Italy and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.