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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.