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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
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.