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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
The Saints,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.