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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.