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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.