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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Nico,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
The Index,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.