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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.