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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.