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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.