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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.