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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.