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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.