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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Wire,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.