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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.