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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.