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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.