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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.