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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 808 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.