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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.