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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.