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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.