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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.