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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.