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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
10cc,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.