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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Visage,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.