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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.