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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.