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 Palau 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
The Associates,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.