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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 the Germs 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.