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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Crime,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.