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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.