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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.