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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Germs to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.