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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.