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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
The Index,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.