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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.