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 China and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Franke,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.