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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.