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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.