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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Roxette,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.