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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.