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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.