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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.