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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.