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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 snare 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.