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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.