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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.