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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.