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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.