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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Wire,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Lungfish,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.