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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.