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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.