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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.