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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.