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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
New Order,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.