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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.