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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.