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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.