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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
UT,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Can,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.