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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.