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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.