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 India 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.