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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.