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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.