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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.