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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Index,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.