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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.