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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.