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 Botswana 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.