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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.