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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Pagans,
CMW,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.