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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.