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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.