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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.