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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.