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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
the Human League,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.