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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.