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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.