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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Nas,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.