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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.