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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.