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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Index,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.