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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
cv313,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.