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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.