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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.