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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.