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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.