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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.