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 Spain and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.