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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.