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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.