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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.