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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.