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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.