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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.