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 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.