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 Laos 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.