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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.