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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.