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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.