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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.