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 Colombia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.