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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.