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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.