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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.