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 Germany 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.