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 Guyana 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.