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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.