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 South Sudan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Main Source,
CMW,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.