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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.