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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.