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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.