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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.