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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.