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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Delta 5 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Brick,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.