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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.