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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Index,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.