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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.