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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.