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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.