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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Move,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.