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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.