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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.