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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
New Order,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.