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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.