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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 One Last Wish 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.