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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.