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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.