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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.