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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.