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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.