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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Standells,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.