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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.