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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.