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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Skarface,
X-101,
Pole,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Busters,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.