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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Slave,
10cc,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.