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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.