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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.