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 France and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.