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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.