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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
cv313,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.