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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
the Germs,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.