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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Section 25,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.