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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.