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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.