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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.