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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.