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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Index,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.