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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.