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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Names,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.