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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.