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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.