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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.