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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.