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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
DNA,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.