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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.