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 France and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.