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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.