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 Iceland and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 organ 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.