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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Gong,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.