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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.