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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.