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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.