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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.