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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.