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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.