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 Fiji 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.