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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.