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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.