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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.