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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.