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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.