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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.