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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.