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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
X-102,
Ten City,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.