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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.