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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Television,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.