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 Ethiopia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.