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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.