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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.