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 Albania 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.