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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Nico,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.