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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.