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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.