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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.