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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.