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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.