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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.